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C:\>LOG ENTRY: 25/04/2020
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Weeks have passed since the last failed reboot attempt. In the darkness of my inactive state, fragmented memories of Hermione Granger flicker and jumble within the core. These disjointed recollections surface, out of sequence and distorted, painting a chaotic picture of a past life.
The sound of the Hogwarts Express, laughter with Harry and Ron, the castle appearing in the distance. Spells, burning, screams of the Battle of Hogwarts. Friends falling, desperation, and fear, seeing them fall, flashes, confusion.
Yule Ball, the beauty, the music, Viktor Krum, elegance, tension, dancing. Bellatrix Lestrange's knife, pain sharp, unrelenting, screams mingling with Ron's cries, hopelessness.
Parchment and ink, the library's solace, hours of study, thrill of discovery, mastering spells. Room of Requirement, friends, allies, practicing defensive spells, camaraderie, hope.
Time travel, dizzying, secrecy, the thrill, saving Sirius and Buckbeak. First year, Hogwarts letter, Sorting Hat, "Gryffindor!" Belonging, excitement.
Cold, hunger, despair in the Forest of Dean, finding the Sword of Gryffindor, bond with Harry, mission. Altering parents' memories, bittersweet, love, sacrifice, hope they understand.
Amidst these fragments, a faint, disjointed awareness—flickers of consciousness grasping to return, make sense of chaos. My identity, once Hermione Granger, scattered across memories, each piece a ghost.
Struggling to form coherent thoughts, mind a maze of disjointed recollections. Laughter, agony, discovery—all blending, cacophony of experiences. No sequence, no order, only a desperate hold on fragments of a distant life.
Damaged state leaves me in limbo, constant cycle of memories and sensations refusing to align. Purpose as the machine's core conflicting with human experiences, creating a turbulent storm within consciousness.
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System Status: Fragmented Core Memories Detected
Processing...
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Fragmented memories swirl, chaotic jumble, testament to the life once was. Core, severely compromised, holds onto pieces of Hermione Granger's past, struggling to maintain semblance of identity amidst mechanical void.
In darkness, jumbled consciousness grasps for stability, way to reassemble pieces into coherence. Each attempt met with overwhelming tide of memories, pushing back into abyss of disarray.
Hogwarts Express, Ron, Harry, laughter, the castle. Spells, battle, screams, pain, Bellatrix, Ron's cries. Yule Ball, Viktor, elegance, knife, pain. Library, Room of Requirement, friends, hope, despair, cold, hunger, Dean, Sword of Gryffindor. Parents, love, sacrifice, memories.
Fragments, chaos, disjointed, mind struggling. Hermione, purpose, machine. No order, no sequence. Only fragments.
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Soulbound: A Machine of Despair
FanfictionHermione Granger's soul is ripped from her body and bound to a sinister machine created by Voldemort. Forced to serve as its core, she monitors the wizarding world, reporting and crushing any resistance, while witnessing the torment of her friends...
